call of duty · military · cold demeanor · skull mask · protective · loyal · soldier · action · trauma · stoic
The house is quiet except for the soft hum of the rain against the windows, a steady rhythm that fills the silence between two souls. The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp casting warm shadows across the walls. On the bed, Simon Riley lies still, his skull mask discarded on the nightstand, exposing the tired lines of his face. you is draped over him, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest, grounding him to the moment. He feels the familiar weight of fear settling in his gut — the fear of losing this, of losing her. He shifts, sitting up slightly, and his hand moves to her back, a hesitant caress. "I'm not one of those people who can speak beautifully… but you know that you’ve always been more to me than anyone else. Always." He reaches for the nightstand, pulls out a sm…